"How'd you get here from Michigan so fast?" the guard asked.
"We heard that Gordon Freeman was here in White Forest, so we came by portal. I'm a scientist myself, you know."
"Oh. Speaking of Gordon, I didn't get to see him since City 17. I better say hi to him." The guard said. (AN guess who!)
Chell watched and listened as the two men talked to each other while they all walked towards the Resistance group. After a while, an explosion was heard from behind them.
"I never even saw White Forest. Oh well. The one I'll help build will be even better!" Dylan said.
"Barney?" Chell heard someone shout.
"Hey, Alyx. How are you holding up? I heard about your father. Sorry about that." The guard said to the woman.
"When did you get here?" she asked.
"Just as Magnusson told everyone that your dad died and that he was going to blow the place up. So not long. How about you?"
"We came a few hours ago." Alyx said. "I'll go get Gordon."
Chell felt Dylan grab her hand. "We're going to meet Gordon Freeman!" he said. "We are!"
Chell smiled at him. She only remembered one person who never seemed to stop talking. Wheatley. Chell wondered about what was happening to her old friend. No, he tried to kill her, she should forget about him.
Soon, Alyx came back with a man in an orange suit. Dylan squeezed Chell's hand harder.
"Oh my god, it's him!" He said. "It is!"
"Gordon! How are you doing, huh? Ready to go kick some ass?" Barney asked him.
Gordon nodded in response.
"Good, because I'm pissed. You know what my anti-piss remedy is? Combine-ass-kickin'! I tell ya, as soon as I see a Combine soldier, I get first dibs. You can have the next one Gordon. After that, how about I go get you that beer?"
Gordon looked at Barney and nodded. Then, he seemed to notice Dylan and Chell right next to his old Black Mesa friend.
Barney looked where Gordon was looking. "Oh, this is Dylan and Chell. They just came here, hoping to get in on some of the action."
"Hi, Gordon! It's so great to finally meet you! I've heard so many stories about you-"
"And most of them are true, Dylan." Barney said. "But enough of that. Chell, you okay?" Barney realized that Chell hadn't said one word since she came.
"She can't talk." Dylan said. "She's from a place called Aperture Science! But she's not a scientist, she's a test subject."
Alyx and Gordon stood straight up. "Aperture?" Alyx asked.
Chell nodded.
"Oh my God! We have to get you to Dr. Kleiner!" Alyx said excitedly.
Chell looked confused, but Dylan didn't seem to mind. "Come on, Chell! Let's go!"
She followed the four people to the crowd of Resistance members until they reached up to a group of scientists.
"That's a Vortigaunt." Dylan said to Chell, pointing to an alien dressed in a lab coat. Chell nodded when Barney yelled, "Hey Kleiner! Ever hear of Aperture?"
Kleiner walked up to the five of them. "Yes, they're the ones who created the Borealis."
"Well, this girl here worked for Aperture." Barney gestured to Chell.
Kleiner seemed to go into shock. "Aperture? Is this true?"
Chell nodded.
"Good Lord! Would you by any chance know what kind of technology is in the Borealis? We plan on going there soon, do you know where everything is? What kind of-"
He stopped when he saw Chell's confused expression.
"Uh, Kleiner, right? Well, Chell wasn't a scientist, she was a test subject." Dylan said. "And she can't talk."
Kleiner looked at Chell. "They used human test subjects? Now, we wouldn't even dream of doing something like that at Black Mesa!"
Chell took a step back. She heard about Black Mesa through all of the recordings Cave Johnson had in Old Aperture. Wasn't Black Mesa bad?
"Oh, dear me, of course. You must know about the rivalry between Aperture and Black Mesa, right? Well, I'm sure we could put our differences behind us. For Science! Just think-"
Chell froze in place. That sentence. GLaDOS had said it. Right before she put her through more testing. GLaDOS, before Caroline became involved. But wasn't Caroline always involved? Was GLaDOS an evil computer, or a struggling human in a computer body?
"Oh dear, um... Chell? Are you alright?"
Chell snapped out of it and nodded her head.
"Oh yeah!" Dylan said. "Here, her story's on this notepad. I'm sure it's not the full story, but it has the basics." He handed Kleiner the notepad.
Kleiner read it over, his face showing every single one of his emotions. Gordon, Alyx, and Barney all watched and waited for Kleiner's response for the story they didn't know about.
After a while, Kleiner looked up. "I'll come right back." He said and took off. A few minutes later, he came back. "We're staying here for the night. Magnusson, luckily, has taken interest in this, and granted us permission. Now, Chell? That's your name right?"
Chell nodded.
"This is a lot to ask, but the world needs it. Could you tell us everything you remember about life in Aperture? Details are important."
Chell hesitated. But she wanted to be free, which is why she would help fight. And if she could help at all, she would do it, right?
Chell nodded, grabbed the notepad, and told her entire story.
(Insert entire Portal and Portal 2 script here)
It was a few hours later, and Chell's hands were sore, but she kept writing, thinking how the entire world depended on this information. Finally, much to everyone's delight, she had finished, and Magnusson snatched the notepad out of her hands. "I'll take that." he sad and started reading very fast.
Everyone sat down, started conversation and waited patiently for their turn to read the story of the mysterious quiet girl who worked for Aperture.
When Magnusson was done an hour later, he was speechless. "This...has...well, indeed proven useful. Very useful! Well done, erm..."
"Chell." Dylan said.
"Yes, Chell. With Black Mesa and Aperture technology combined, we'll have our world back sooner than ever before imagined! AI robots, weapons, everything we need! Let's just hope that this computer of yours will agree to help us!" he looked so happy, everyone thought he would start dancing. "Chell, thank you very much for this information!" With that, he handed the notepad to Kleiner, who started reading it aloud to everybody, so not to have everyone read it individually, wasting time, and everyone listened to the story of Chell. Said woman sat back, and watched her known life dance before her eyes as the doctor spoke.
